Emma’s POV
I was at home, in the space Jeff had kindly cleared up and told me I could use as an office, sifting through paperwork when my phone vibrated beside me. I glanced at the screen and felt my stomach tighten.
It was a text from Sam.
I hesitated for a moment before picking it up. We hadn’t spoken much outside of work lately, not since Jeff had started trying to rebuild things between us and yet, here he was, reaching out now.
I tapped the notification, and his message appeared on the screen.
Sam: Lunch? There’s something I want to talk to you about.
I exhaled through my nose, debating whether to ignore it. Meeting Sam for lunch didn’t feel like the best idea, not with how complicated things had already become.
Jeff had been making an effort, an effort that, if I was honest, I
